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There was a time When our breaths synced And we swayed to the same rhythm We sang the same songs And our hearts beat as one Maybe that time isn't now But it's happened in the past And it might be in the future

How fleeting life is That you can be here one moment and gone the next Without so much as a kiss goodbye A smile A word Just vanishing into thin air To restart all over again someplace else

I want you to know That wherever you go Despite every "no" I have loved you Forever and endlessly

Zip line

Sometimes the only thing we can do is to hang onto life with both hands The wind will whip through your hair And grab at your clothes And your feet will swing in the empty air But you are safe. There is someone waiting for you at the end of the line Someone who will follow after you Someone who went before And someone who has yet to begin the same journey. Not all of us will dare to try this escapade But it is worth it. It IS worth it. It's short But there is so much meaning to be found If you just open your eyes And look around.

Dream big Live loudly Love with everything Follow your soul

She is twenty And strong And beautiful

She has had twenty years of experience And has many more ahead But she still learns new things everyday

She is smart And kind And laughs long and loud

She surrounds herself with beauty That reflects the one within

And she loves with a fierce kind of love And a sweet one But most importantly, With all her heart and soul

#happy birthday

This is a love That bleeds on And on And on

birthday

Happy birthday to you; Gifts, hugs, smiles, And well wishes, too. Happy birthday to you (too), I mouth to my birthday twin, Who stands across the room. Happy birthday to me, The girl who's no longer quite a girl, But seventeen going on eighteen.

#one twenty five

spaghetti

I want my thoughts to simmer down The way the sauce does after I turn off the heat Not the way it jumps about After I add in basil.

Maybe I should turn off the heat

But then it will not cook.

#one twenty four

Her skin glitters like coal, Unmarred by the cruelty of this world.

And yet the words burn into her soul, Biting and thrashing their way Deeply; Lacerations from the prick of a needle.

The other is much the opposite, With a hide worn and swollen, Bitterly pockmarked and Weathered by time on the Aegean Sea.

But this traveler rides the waves, Sailing smooth (unlike our hero). And if the two shall meet, Who but the Fates shall tell if fire shall burn?

Until then, The goal shines brightly in the darkness, And the greying of hair fades into twilight.

#one twenty three

Woman

A woman Is not defined A woman simply is. A woman May have different pronouns: She, them, him But they do not define a gender. A woman Can be strong Or emotional But above all, A woman is a person. A woman Comes in all shapes and sizes And genders and sexualities And colours of skin Because a woman does not fit into a category. A woman May be feminine one moment, And masculine the next, Or androgynous, Or perhaps something in between, But a woman is a woman when it is said. "Woman" is simply a word, Five letters that have, In the past, Determined Treatment, Behaviour, Clothing, Legal cases, Bathrooms, Roles, Limits. But those five letters Cannot Will not Set the boundaries of where A woman can go Of what a woman can do Or what a woman will be. A woman is more than a woman, More than a term, And more than any term you can give her. A woman is who she says she is, And even more, you see. It's as simple as that.

#one twenty two

I wonder to myself if you care anymore.

Texts go unanswered, Not even so much as a ‘read’ notification. Calls hung up early, Anger in your voice. Harsh criticism, And biting words.

Do you mean it? Do you truly mean what you say?

I ask what I can do to make it better and You Say Nothing.

There is nothing I can do. The best thing I can do is nothing.

In your eyes, it seems that it would be best If I Were - - - - - - -

#one twenty one

Dear Obama, Thank you for your service. Thank you for leading this country for the past eight years, for standing up for our rights, for making history and promising to continue doing so. Thank you for being inspiring, for making us laugh, for teaching us that voting is as easy as making a friendship bracelet. Thank you for showing us love, hope, and joy. Thank you for shouldering the burdens of our country and always looking to the future and the better things it may hold. Here is to a future where we take it upon ourselves to embody the legacy you've left behind. To Trump, I ask of you to consider the legacies before you. To work to truly "make America great" -- although I am not sure what your "again" was intended to be indicative of. I hope that you will remember that every life is valuable, that Americans are of every race and gender and sexuality, that we the people believe in a better future. I hope that you will do your best to lead us to that better future, that our country and the countries around us will not be divided but to stand together. I have a dream that we can work together to make America better, to make the world better. And I hope you truly share that dream, too.

#one twenty

After the Rain

After the rain, The ground is smooth. The ground is smooth, Its thirst appeased; It understands now that there is fulfillment in the rain. In the rain lies a promise, A promise of new beginnings, Of hope, and the possibility to start over. As the fog clears And the mist gives way to clear light, It sets in. The knowledge seeps into every pore of its being, Settles in the cracked bones and weary joints, Soothes, Like the melting of butter on hot cakes. The ground absorbs it the way young children's eyes drink in wonder, The way love sweeps in a hurricane, The way sunlight dapples across hardwood floors. After the rain, There are new beginnings.

#one nineteen

(self) love is a battlefield

I am trying to escape my skin.

There are fissures and cracks Where the seams of my hide come together; There are speckles of blood Where I’ve clawed in angry red scores; There are freckles and smooth lines Of scabs and scarred-over tissue; There are pulsing veins Hidden under this cloak of a tawny battlefield;

My skin yawns open at my elbows, My knees, My stomach; It creases and folds, And stretches and pulls, Limiting my movement to the jerky motions Of a puppet.

I am not in control of myself My skin dictates my needs My mood My feelings My self-esteem My self-consciousness My hopes and dreams…

Sometimes, I think about leaving this armor behind. It is not much of an armor when it does not protect me.

This armor I wear is Heavy Burdensome Inconsequential

And yet, I pick myself up off the ground time and time again, Hoping to heal the cracks in my armor With the balm of your honeyed words.

#one eighteen

Progress Report. Term 1.

Term 1 Average: 78.4 Term 1 Grade: C+

The numbers blur together. I force my eyes upwards. The harsh fluorescent lights glow indifferently, Softened by the telltale sting of salt in my eyes.

From here, it feels like I’m underwater. The lights bob and weave. The voices around me are slowed to a foggy murmur. I cannot think. I can only drown.

And yet, I find my arms moving, My fingers slivering the stagnant (water? air?) around me Into the colourful ribbons of the past.

I can swim. I can move past this moment, Find dry land someplace else, Lift my head above the waters And see the light of day.

I am a survivor, A warrior, The one made from iron and steel, Heart thudding in time to the metal clang of my resolve.

#one seventeen

A Toast to a Dream

Here's to the boys And girls And children of the world, The adults, And the teens, And the ones in between. Here's to the dreams we shared, The ones we made, The ones that failed, And the ones that have yet to be dreamed. Here's to how far we've come, And to how much farther we'll go, Together, Hand in hand. Here's to the shades of colour That lie in our skin, From one end of the spectrum to another, A colour wheel -- To paint the beauty of the world with. Here's to understanding that we are the same, And yet, Different, too. Here's to celebrating a life, The lives, Of bravery in hold. Here's to you and to me, And Dr. Martin Luther King.

#one sixteen

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